American poems. With short biogr. notices of the most celebrated American authors1878 |
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... Green PAGE 307 • 308 • 309 310 312 314 316 317 318 320 320 321 The Mother of All 322 O Captain ! My Captain 323 President Lincoln's Burial Hymn 324 THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS- Dirge 333 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL- Summer Storm A Prayer The ...
... Green PAGE 307 • 308 • 309 310 312 314 316 317 318 320 320 321 The Mother of All 322 O Captain ! My Captain 323 President Lincoln's Burial Hymn 324 THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS- Dirge 333 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL- Summer Storm A Prayer The ...
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... green graves , our names shall be A morning dream , a tale that's told . God of our fathers , in whose sight The thousand years that sweep away Man and the traces of his might Are but the break and close of day- Grant us that love of ...
... green graves , our names shall be A morning dream , a tale that's told . God of our fathers , in whose sight The thousand years that sweep away Man and the traces of his might Are but the break and close of day- Grant us that love of ...
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... green ; and , poured round all , Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste , — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The planets , all the infinite host of heaven , Are shining on the sad abodes of ...
... green ; and , poured round all , Old ocean's grey and melancholy waste , — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man . The golden sun , The planets , all the infinite host of heaven , Are shining on the sad abodes of ...
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... green mosses ; here the ground Was never touched by spade , and flowers spring up Unsown , and die ungathered . It is sweet To linger here , among the flitting birds And leaping squirrels , wandering brooks , and winds . That shake the ...
... green mosses ; here the ground Was never touched by spade , and flowers spring up Unsown , and die ungathered . It is sweet To linger here , among the flitting birds And leaping squirrels , wandering brooks , and winds . That shake the ...
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... green were dressed , And from the chambers of the west The warmer breezes , travelling out , Breathed the new scent of flowers about , My truant steps from home would stray , Upon its grassy side to play , List the brown thrasher's ...
... green were dressed , And from the chambers of the west The warmer breezes , travelling out , Breathed the new scent of flowers about , My truant steps from home would stray , Upon its grassy side to play , List the brown thrasher's ...
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Abraham Davenport amid angels Annabel Lee Auber Azteque beauty bells beneath bird bloom Born breath bright child clouds cold Dæmon dark dead death deep door dream earth eternal evermore eyes face fair fear feet flow flowers gentle gleam glow gold gone grave green grey hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills Israfel lake land leaves Leaves of Grass light living lonely look Lord Martha Mason MEXITLIS moon morning mountain murmuring never night o'er passed pine Pleiads poems Quoth the Raven Ramoth red levin rill river round Saadi seemed shade shadows shalt shining shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow song soul sound Spring stars stream strong summer sweet tell thine thou thought of thee tree voice walked Walt Whitman wandered waters wave weary wild wind wings wood
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第 10 頁 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
第 204 頁 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
第 281 頁 - THERE was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
第 226 頁 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
第 15 頁 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher.
第 203 頁 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
第 223 頁 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
第 16 頁 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
第 323 頁 - For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is...
第 216 頁 - The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year...